A dreamer, a vagabond, a poet am I A writer, an observer, a learner am I Lover of words, weaver of imaginations, In constant search am I of unknown destinations. Books, nature and cats constitute my passion, Anger rouses me; but am mostly accused of inaction. A spectator, a stranger, a passer-by am I In life’s daily struggles, a survivor am I Seldom garrulous, but often unpretentious am I Love me or hate me, a little miracle am I I could love you to bits; or hate from the core; To know me less is better than to know me more.